"God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and He will dwell with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.’"
— Revelation 21:3–4 (NIV)
Our heartfelt condolences on the loss of dear Kuku, whom God blessed with such longevity and life accomplishments. May He surround all with comfort and peace, and may the cherished memories she leaves behind be a reminder of His blessings through her.
Shaun & Janice Lane
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我是她的邻居,又是教会的姊妹,我要在网上参加她今天下午的安息仪式
She was a good lady, and a very caring person.
I can not describe in words.
I met her through my mother who often laughed and cried for hours on the phone talking almost every single day. My mother would say, she can only tell all and talk like that with AI LUAN ING
They would reminisce about how her father spoiled her silly, how she was a Tom boy climbing trees with her brothers, how she would hang out at the railway station.
She was most admired for her diligent, incredibly uniform stitching, and how she was tirelessly meticulous with details. What she made was always perfect. My mother said, she was genius in being able to see any pattern and know how to recreate it. My mother would only need to ask her for the list of knitting maneuvers. It was because of AI Luan Ing’s influence that I now have a beautiful sweater to wear that my mother knitter for me.
I remember her generosity! She never came empty handed. The mental picture of this thin lady carrying humongous sour sop fruits in both hands crossing the road near Kennedy and Sheppard will forever be ingrained in our minds.
I could not leave her home without eating a bowl of my favourite beef ball soup. She also made me pork belly and mushrooms and so many other countless dishes. She was the one who told me the secret to her forever black hair, was eating Durian. However, I believe it is the rigorous scrubbing of her scalp that keeps the hair follicles young.
In my desperate time of need, she watched my first born son for me in Scarborough, so I would not have to travel so far to send him to my mother’s. There, Colin was kept happy and healthy by all her grandchildren (who now have grown to have children of their own). Colin called her Tjoe Bobo. I was never able to express enough love and appreciation to show my gratitude for her unrelenting support of me.
She will not be forgotten and I would not be able to think of my mother without thinking of AI Luan ING. Life became more complicated in the most recent years, and my mother’s dementia affected their communications. I wish each and every one of the family members peace, love and joy. Please do not hesitate to call me anytime for anything.
I will be watching with my mother the services from Mississauga.